Romantic Erotica
"Fresh Air," a sex story by Tan
The air was crisp, despite the bright sun. It was one of those autumn days that made a person feel thankful.
Anna's woolen skirt kept her thighs snug, but the leaves kept clinging to it.
"Almost done my side!" her husband, Neil, boasted.
"Great!" Anna replied, looking up from the growing pile of leaves she was creating, "You can help me do mine."
He groaned.
"Aim for the middle?" she asked.
"Sure," he called over the rustling.
Anna set back to her work and lost herself in the raking, so that she didn't hear her husband approach. She felt his strong arms encircle her waist from behind, lifting her up off her feet. The persistent pressure at the small of her back told her was horny.
"What are you doing?" she squealed, giggling.
"Well, I was standing there watching you," he said, carrying her over to the pile of leaves in the middle of the yard, "and your ass just looked so... good. Bending over, again... and again..." His words were punctuated with kisses on the nape of her neck.
He knelt, gently tossing her down into the bed of leaves.
"And what will you do to me know that you have me?" Anna asked, looking up invitingly into Neil's brown eyes.
He put his hand between her knees, and began to slowly stroke the inside of her leg, creeping slowly up her thigh.
Anna's breath quickly grew heavy and she felt goosebumps explode across her entire body.She groped Neil, feeling the taught muscle of his ass underneath his jeans. Neil reached her panties, already wet. As he began to trace dirty words with his fingers against the cotton of her thong, Anna spread her legs and groaned.
She unbuckled his belt, pulling it out slowly, bringing him closer to her. She undid the top button of his jeans.
Neil looked around, laughing. "The neighbours might see us, you know."
She pulled him closer, forcing him to straddle her, though it meant that he had to use both his hands to support himself.
"Then come down here where the leaves will cover us," she replied, undoing the second and third buttons. He was rigid beneath the denim, and remained that way despite the chilly air.
He lowered himself down beside her and she kissed him, leaning into his body and rolling over, so that she could now straddle him. The leaves were crunching under their movements, the piles around them just high enough to hide Anna's head sitting upright on Neil's lap.
"Mmmm.." Neil sighed, "that's better."
She pulled on his jeans, lowering them just enough for his hard cock to spring free through the slit in his boxers. Neil shivered, running both his hands underneath her skirt to grab her panties. He ran one hand inside, across her belly, and then suddenly ripped the strap running across her right hip.
"Hey!" she cried, playfully smacking him in the chest, even as she felt the ruined thong slide down her left leg.
"I'll buy you more," he promised, "crotchless ones, so that doesn't happen again next time."
Her skirt slipped high and higher on thighs as she lowered her now-bare pussy over his groin. He slipped his hands between them, guiding just the tip of his cock to masturbate her. Anna braced herself against Neil's tight stomach, burying her hands into the layers of sweater and t-shirt until she felt the downy fur of his stomach. As he jacked off against her clit, her fingers kneaded his skin.
"Oh God, Baby," she moaned, her thighs trembling. She leaned down and kissed him hard, pulling at his lip with her teeth.
"I'm gonna fuck you soon," he whispered, making longer strokes, driving his head front to back along her throbbing pussy.
"Yessss," she hissed, looking him straight in the eye. "Fuck me now baby."
"Ya?" he asked, pushing just the tip of his cock inside her. "You want me to fuck you? Right now?"
She tried to sit on him to drive him deep inside of her, but his hand was still wrapped around his dick. He was teasing her. He wanted her to beg.
She leaned in, running her tongue along Neil's lips. "Fuck Me," she demanded quietly.
And he did. He let go of his cock, and she slid down on top of him, pushing his boxers away. She grunted, satisfied, and sat up, slowly gyrating against Neil's hips. A strategically located button on his shorts was tapping her clit. She moved more vigorously, pumping up and down, bucking back and forth.
Neil huffed, his hands flexing against the leaves.
"I'm almost there baby," she told him, feeling the pressure building. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit; the little button just wasn't going to push her over the edge.
Within seconds, Anna was coming. Her back arched, and she had to brace herself against Neil's legs to keep from completely contorting as her body shuttered and bucked. Beneath her, he was rigid, his entire body frozen with the surge of pleasure that was pouring into her.
As they both finished, Neil relaxed, though Anna remained braced against his legs, panting.
Neil chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows. "So, I guess I will be raking this pile back up while you head inside to uh, change?"
She fingered the ripped panties, still hanging around her knee, and smiled. "You got it."
She climbed off of him, smoothing her skirt down as Neil buttoned his pants.
Originally published September 2007 - "Saucy September"